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Maybe You Are A Poet And A Dreamer, But Don't You Realize That Those Two Species Are Extinct Now?

Everywhere - All Over Africa And South America - You See These Suburbs Springing Up. They Represent The Optimum Of What People Want. There's A Certain Sort Of Logic Leading Towards These Immaculate Suburbs. And They're Terrifying, Because They Are The Death Of The Soul. This Is The Prison This Planet Is Being Turned Into.

Consumerism Is So Weird. Its A Sort Of Conspiracy We Collude In. Youd Think Shoppers Spending Their Hard-earned Cash Would Be Highly Critical. You Know That The Manufacturers Are Trying To Have You On.

Hell Is Out Of Fashion - Institutional Hells At Any Rate. The Populated Infernos Of The 20th Century Are More Private Affairs, The Gaps Between The Bars Are The Sutures Of One's Own Skull. A Valid Hell Is One From Which There Is A Possibility Of Redemption, Even If This Is Never Achieved, The Dungeons Of An Architecture Of Grace Whose Spires Point To Some Kind Of Heaven. The Institutional Hells Of The Present Century Are Reached With One-way Tickets, Marked Nagasaki And Buchenwald, Worlds Of Terminal Horror Even More Final Than The Grave.

The Technological Landscape Of The Present Day Has Enfranchised Its Own Electorates - The Inhabitants Of The Marketing Zones In The Consumer Society, Television Audiences And News Magazine Readerships, Who Vote With Money At The Cash Counter Rather Than With Ballot Paper At The Polling Boot. These Huge And Passive Electorates Are Wide Open To Any Opportunist Using The Psychological Weaponry Of Fear And Anxiety, Elements That Are Carefully Blanched Out Of The World Of Domestic Products And Consumer Software.